The compassionate one. The loved one. The saviour, the bright light, the banisher of darkness. She was once a fairy tale, but like the rest, her tale became twisted. The Corrupted fought their way into the light she once held, pushing her to her downfall onto Earth as he did so. But she remained, she lived. Follow her story of betrayal, revenge, love and loss. The brightest star in the sky may have fallen, but she has not fallen prey to the darkness yet.

Charlie is in serious hot water. After a naked girl falls from the sky, lands on his lawn, and claims to be from heaven, his entire summer is flipped upside-down. This girl can talk to animals, fight like a ninja, and hear people's thoughts. Plus, it doesn't hurt that she's got the most gorgeous blue eyes this side of the equator and skin as soft as goose down. But she is on earth for one reason and one reason only: to save a lost soul left behind on the wrong plane. Charlie agrees to help her, but when her jealous partner shows up to speed up the process, things get tense for all of them. Can Charlie let go of the one thing that has ever made him feel worthwhile? And more importantly, does she feel the same?

Rachel Vaughn is being hunted by something... unexplainable. And she can't help but think it has something to do with Luc, the handsome but mysterious guy who lives next door. { Book I of The Psychic Curse } After her boyfriend cheats on her, Rachel Vaughn needs a fresh start. She finds it in a new apartment, and despite having some seriously weird neighbours, she quickly settles into her new home. But her cozy little apartment soon becomes hostile as strange things start happening. Small things start to go missing, she hears voices at night, and once... once Rachel swore she heard a growl. Though her friend Polly fears Rachel may be losing her mind, it soon becomes clear that Rachel is being hunted by something... unexplainable. And she can't help but think it has something to do with Luc, the handsome and mysterious guy who lives next door. Eerie, thrilling, and romantic, The Psychic Next Door twists, turns and tortures you until its heart-stopping climax. Rankings ----- Previously featured on Wattpad Featured on the Wattpad Stars profile #1 in #Psychic #1 in #Spirit #1 in #Haunting / #Haunted #2 in #Ghost #3 in Paranormal

A Watty Award Winner, Trailblazer Category 2016 In 1896, dinosaurs started the infection that ended the world. Carmen has lived her entire life in New York City, a city of opium and invention, of rotting tenements and marble mansions; a divided metropolis built on the backs of the dinosaurs that never died out, kept safe by the rivers surrounding it. When a mysterious illness spreads from the deinos to the humans, Carmen must start surviving, trapped on an island that's no longer home, where the dead won't stay buried, and the people are more dangerous than the dinosaurs themselves. Where were you when it all began? +++ Selected by the creators of The Walking Dead, courtesy of The Walking Dead: Road to Survival game. Selected by the creators of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, courtesy of @PPZmovie "Community Recommendation" pick in @Ooorah Tevun-Krus #34 - Goth Punk: All Hallows Special

Stacey Williams had always loved Axel Teller. But he had paid her no mind. She wanted more than the meaningless flings they had. She wanted her love to be returned. She wanted to be loved back. She did everything to get his attention. She had one-night stands with countless boys - throwing away her innocence - and tearing apart her reputation. All for him. But Axel didn't notice Stacey as anything more than a girl to have a fling with on the side. And Stacey watched as the boy she loved fell for another girl, and they were happy and complete. And Stacey was alone and hated. Tarnished and scarred. She was the girl he left behind. [The first book won the 2015 Wattys for the Cover-to-Cover award and 2016 Fiction Awards. Book two won the 2018 Fiction Awards. #1 in Teen Fiction and Short Story.] book two is currently unavailable, it will be released late 2023.

When Darcy Evers rescues Miles Callaghan, she doesn't expect anything in return. But then Miles falls head over heels in love with her; debunking every theory she's ever had about boys and how quickly they fall in love. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2014 by Noelle N.

"don't waste your time believing in fairy tales, they don't exist here." EDITING {based off of season 1 of The 100} Mera Henry I'm nothing, nothing but prisoner 783. Nothing except a faint outline of the girl I was before I lost everything. The only thing to keep me company is the hum of the generators outside my cell. I was supposed to die, everyone here was supposed to die. That's how things work on the Ark. Any crime is punishable by death, and even with the slight chance that you'll be freed, no one would ever look at you the same. But that was before... Some would say that we were given a second chance. Others said that we were expendable. But nonetheless, we were sent to Earth. 100 of us, sent to a radiation soaked planted, destroyed by nuclear war. They said it'd be another fifty years before anyone could set foot on the planet. But the Ark is dying, and we're the giunea pigs. This is a The 100 fanfic. I do not own anything that has to do with The 100 or the CW network or Kass Morgan. I only own the characters I make up and the plot changes. If you like this story make sure to watch The 100 on the CW, Wednesdays from 9 p.m. to 10 p.m. Hope you enjoy!!

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.